Been single for a year and a half now, and my last went on for over a year before I realized that I wasn't paying attention to what I wanted in a relationship at all, and was continuing it out of a misplaced sense of... kindness, I guess? I've only got the 2 under my belt, so I forgive myself, but it felt pretty bad to be doing precisely the wrong thing for ostensibly the right reasons.
Still, I find myself surprisingly happy to sit back and wait on the relationship front. If in my travels I meet someone I want to spend my time with, or circumstances open possibilities with friends I'm interested in, I'll look into a relationship... but I realize that it's not something I truly need to have, when I can foster solid friendships and honestly love the people in my life. Sounds cheesy as hell, but it's true... and there are enough good people in my life that kinship and closeness are not things I'm hurting for. I can find contentment in knowing what sort of person I'm attracted to, and knowing that those people are out there should I ever seek a relationship with them.
On the dream front, I haven't had a dream I remember clearly in some time, besides some rough snippets. Along with that, I haven't had any nightmares at all in what feels like a decade. I don't think I get afraid like I used to... even when I try to frighten myself with a movie like The Ring, or a game like Amnesia, the worst I feel is grossed out, or panicked to find a solution to the scary thing. On one hand, it's a bit sad, since I miss the feeling of irrational fear... but it's empowering too.